My knees nearly buckle underneath me.
He lays me down and spreads my legs and smiles darkly as he kisses his way down my body.
I stare at the ceiling as I try to control my erratic breathing; no amount of alcohol could have prepared me for this. He lifts my legs and puts my feet onto his strong shoulders and then drops my knees wide.
I am completely open for him, and he takes me with no reservations and sucks hard.
I buck off the bed. “Ah!” I cry.
But he gives me no mercy as he drives three of his thick fingers into my sex and begins to pump me hard.
Shit . . . can’t we ease into it, at least?
His tongue is on my clitoris, and his fingers are on my G-spot. What the actual hell is going on here? My body begins to quiver like a puppet . . . his puppet.
The man’s a god.
My legs lift off his shoulders by themselves, and I convulse as a freight train of an orgasm rips through me.
That took approximately five seconds. Oh hell. How embarrassing. Way to act cool. He chuckles as if he’s proud, and I throw the back of my forearm over my eyes to hide my face in shame.
He pulls my arm away and takes my jaw in his hand and drags my face back to his. “Don’t hide from me, Emily. Not ever,” he commands.
My eyes search his. This is too full on . . . too much. This guy is too intense.
“Answer me.”
“What do you want me to say?” I whisper.
“Say yes so that I know you understand.”
The air crackles between us. “Yes,” I breathe. “I understand.”
“Good girl,” he whispers as he leans in and kisses me again. His tongue is soft stroking perfection, and my legs open by themselves once more. He gets up and takes four condoms from his wallet, opens one, and hands it to me. “Put it on me.”
I take it from him and bend to kiss him softly on his dick before I roll the condom on. “You’re very bossy.” I smirk.
He smiles broadly as he falls onto his back, pulls me over him, and drags my face to his. “You’ll fuck me first,” he murmurs against my lips, “and then I’ll fuck you when you’re warmed up.”
I smile against his mouth. “I only fuck once, big boy, and then I fall asleep.”
He gives me a slow, sexy smile.
I straddle his large body as our kisses become desperate. His thick cock is up against his stomach, and he holds it in the air and guides my hips down over him.
Oh, the burn—he’s big.
“Ow,” I whimper.
“It’s okay,” he whispers. “Wiggle from side to side.”
He cups my breasts in his hands as he stares up at me in what seems like awe.
I smile down at him. “What?”
“From the moment I saw you on the plane today, I wanted you riding my cock.”
I giggle down at him. “Do you always get what you want?”
“Always.” He grabs my hips and slams me down, and our mouths fall open in pleasure.
Oh . . . he’s . . .
“So fucking tight,” he grinds out.
With our eyes locked, he slowly moves me up and down, and I can feel every vein on his thick shaft.
His eyes are hooded as he looks up at me, and I lean forward and kiss him softly. “Do you know how perfect you feel inside me?” I whisper, and then I lick his open mouth.
His eyes roll back in his head. “You are one hot fuck.” He picks me up by the hip bones and slams me back down on his cock, and I laugh out loud at the overwhelming sensation of being filled to the hilt.
“God, fill me up,” I moan. “Give it to me,” I beg. I love how he’s losing control. It’s making me crazy. And then as if in some kind of alternate universe, my mouth latches on to his neck, and I suck hard as I ride him.
He hisses, and as if he’s completely losing control, he bucks me off and pulls out and throws me onto my back. He lifts my legs over his shoulders and slams in deep—so deep that the air is knocked from my lungs.
I smile. So he likes dirty talk, does he? Well, that just happens to be my specialty.
Game on.
I hold his face in my hands. “God, you’ve got a beautiful cock,” I whisper. “Is it weeping for me, baby?” I whisper as I clench around him. “I can feel your pulse in it.”
He gives me a slow, sexy smile as he pumps me. “I’m going to rip this condom off and blow in your dirty mouth in a minute.”
“Please.” I laugh as he pumps me hard, and in a moment of perfect clarity, he turns his head and tenderly kisses my inner ankle. We stare at each other as something intimate runs between us. A closeness that the reality of the situation shouldn’t allow. “Don’t look at me like that,” I whisper to break the seriousness of the moment, “or I’m going to give you another hickey.”